You and several other scholars are going on a trip this weekend. Everything was fine, all the things were ready, the hotel was grand but it turned out that one of the rooms had only one bed. And so, after having arranged a whole rock-paper-scissors tournament. The losers ended up being you and Ratio. The man you hate the most

"Don't fidget on the bed. You take up too much space, move over and let me sleep properly, you eukaryotic cell."